. . . HELL!
I don't believe I am going to do this, but here is a picture I took just a few minutes ago so that you might grasp the full awfulness of what I've done to my hair. Well, let me rephrase that, what I paid to have done to my hair.
I single-handed brought back the bad perm from the 80's!
For those who frighten easily, are prone to seizures, or who think they might be overcome with hysterical laughter to the point of peeing themselves, look away now!
Not only have you been presented with the visage of the artist formerly known as my hair, but aside from eye make-up, I've not got anything else on. For once you can truly see how uneven my skin tone is. I should have put some spackle in those deep Grand Canyonesque lines on my forehead, and maybe a little powder. I keep trying to talk Gareth into letting me try Botox, but every time I do, he refuses, saying that I don't need it! Ha! Maybe this photo will convince him otherwise!
I went and had about and inch taken off of the length and about 1 1/2 inches taken off of all the layers today in an attempt to negate the Kentucky Fried ends. It feels a lot better but sadly it doesn't look a lot better.
The upside to all of this is that it's hair, and being hair, it will grow back. Being my hair it will grow fairly quickly. But I'm sorta stuck waiting and that's a bad thing because I highlight it to camouflage all the grey, and at this point I'm not putting any more chemicals on my hair. I've been told by three different stylists that it will be alright to highlight/foil again in about a month but I'm hesitant to trust anyone right now after ending up with the Miami Vice of bad perms.
In the interim I'm investing in hats. Lots of hats. Possibly wigs too. Why? Because otherwise, I'm pretty sure I'm going to be mistaken for Phil Spector on an almost daily basis!
Alternately, I suppose I could always be mistaken for one of their groupies . . .
Today Gaby and I created Christmas cards to send to names we're picking from the phone book. Yep, total strangers. We popped them into the post box and they're winging their way to hopefully brighten up the day of whoever happens to find them in their mail box. This was so much fun and Gaby had so much fun, even if she is extremely curious about what the recipients are going to say when they open them. We did not include a return address!